IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES, IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES... Hey, it's hard to go wrong with old Chuck Dickens. That man could write! But the thing I'm trying to convey is that I'm just kinda sitting here these days (and none too comfortably, either, what with my right leg in a strap-on brace from hip to ankle) and wondering just what the heck to do with myself. I'm in the fading, l…